It’s been sometime since the motorcycle incident that his rookery brother Lexington made to which he himself messed the entire vehicle up. The smaller gargoyle was definitely not happy with this development, so in an effort to make it up to him, he was scouring an automotive junkyard they went to last time to gather up the parts for the bike. Tonight he was alone, looking into piled up cars and motorcycles for the appropriate parts, being pretty cautious to not be seen by humans after what happened the last few times.
“Ugh…doing this alone is harder than it looks…” He muttered to himself as he kept looking.
Brooklyn nearly shook when he heard the sound if Chip’s engine and it only made him wonder what else can that bike do. None the less, he moved slightly to the side because at that speed, he couldn’t block the other anymore at the risk of being run over. Despite this, he kept going forward to the imaginary finish line. “Just a little bit more….”
He started mentally counting. 5…4…3…2…1…
Everything was going just smoothly for Chip… then it happened. Just as he and Brooklyn were neck in neck, his engine gave a sudden sputtering sound and the blue flames from his exhaust flickered in and out. “Damn it…” Was all the wolf could say. The race came to an end as they passed over the finish line together at the same instant, side-by-side.
He wasn’t upset that the race was a tie at all as he stopped his vehicle almost shortly after they both crossed the finish line. This was honestly the most fun he’s had in awhile that didn’t end in a wreck. When he stopped, the gargoyle took off his shades and looked at the other with a smirk. “Stressed out your engine too much, huh?”
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